It feels like the biggest wave, like a raging river, the whirlpool in a swimming pool, a dripping tap. Like jumping into cold water, the glistening surface above me. Fries and laughter and screaming - pink air mattresses, bursting, crying, tears. And what now? Struggling for air, for support, for buoyancy. Let us both drift? Or dive under, deeper and deeper, until there is no more gravity.
Venue: Studio
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